Chapter 1446: Chapter 107 A Bit Like the Truth Cannon

At night, without sunlight or the Light Disaster, people began to trickle out of their homes and gather in the square, injured or not. It was due to the agents of Governor Tianya going door-to-door to summon them.

In the afternoon, Governor Tianya had already called everyone out, announcing that the Light Disaster had been eliminated, but people were skeptical. Everyone preferred to wait and see others venture out first. Without a few days to dispel the doubts in their hearts, it was difficult, because the damage from the Light Disaster had been too severe.

The effects of the Light Disaster didn’t kill instantly, but they caused the skin to ulcerate, itch, and hurt. Not scratching an itch was torturous, but scratching would lead to ulceration, and then it would itch even more. Moreover, the ulcerated areas couldn’t be bandaged, as they would adhere to the dressing, and over time, removing it would tear off a layer of skin like ripping off a bandage.

If it were just the pain and itching, that would be one thing, but it also looked horrendous. The damaged areas were usually parts of the skin exposed to the light, mainly the face, neck, hands, and feet. Now they were all ulcerated, seeping fluid, inflamed, and pus-filled, presenting a grotesque appearance that was hard to bear.

Some beauty-conscious men and women would rather have jumped off Table Mountain and ended it all rather than be seen in such a state.

It was only after Governor Tianya’s people announced door-to-door that a treatment had been found and that a meeting in the square would occur in the evening with no delay tolerated, that everyone reluctantly left their homes.

Anthony watched the growing crowd and couldn’t help but get nervous. He hadn’t cast Divine Grace, this kind of Divine Arts, for many years, and had never succeeded before. Ha.

But Ange, the Master God, was too accommodating. Anthony wasn’t worried about failure, but about whether he could withstand Ange’s power, as making a fool of himself would be troublesome.

Thinking this, Anthony quickly called to Ange: “Lord, please don’t exert too much force, be gentle. Right now, we’re a group of Gods and fallen divinities’ followers seeking refuge. If we show too much power, the Great Speaker might get suspicious. I hope to use four hours to release Divine Grace.”

Ange scratched his head and replied reluctantly: “Alright.”

Negris said with disdain: “Four hours? That’s dragging it out, you could do it yourself. You might as well just cast a Group Healing Spell directly.”

“It’s not just about the healing, is it? What’s important is the divine blessing. Planting the seed of divine grace in these people’s hearts will turn them into our followers. Just watch as I convert all of his subjects right under the nose of the Great Speaker,” said Anthony.

Negris frowned and said, “Will the Great Speaker not notice? Aren’t you afraid he’ll beat you up?”

“I don’t know if he’ll notice, but I feel like he doesn’t care about it much. You have no idea how arrogant his remarks are. Saying things like ‘The Friel Empire is only an enemy of the Alliance, not my enemy,’ or ‘Nothing in this Void is worthy to be my enemy.’ I plan to repeatedly test his limits and see where his tolerance lies,” Anthony explained.

Negris decided not to voice an opinion on Anthony’s actions. The old Godman had a much more delicate way of handling things, and speaking recklessly would likely result in a rebuff.

Everyone had arrived at the square, a vague, sprawling mass. There must have been tens of thousands, the entire Table Mountain population.

The more people the better. Once they experienced the might of the divine, it would be hard to forget the divine grace. In moments of pain, exhaustion, despair, and toil, they would involuntarily recall that magnificent moment.

Negris might be a lackluster deity, but when its divine name is uttered during exams, everyone still can’t help but chant it, figuring it can’t hurt to worship.

As Anthony saw the crowd was about right, he pulled out his wand and slammed it down in front of him, loudly calling out: “Glory be to the Lord of Light, endless in splendor; mercy from the Lord of Life to the mortals below…”

Following his call, a Divine Soul slowly emerged from his body, and a sanctified Holy Light slowly began to kindle and spread in all directions.

Thus, Anthony made his way through the crowd, a gentle smile on his face, the holy radiance illuminating all he passed. Those who suffered from the Light Disaster felt their wounds as if they were being soothed by something, with the itching sensation significantly diminishing right away.

The astonished people began to undo their scarves, cloaks, and such, exposing their wounds and trying to get closer to the Holy Light, quickly surrounding Anthony so densely that there was no room to move.

“Kneel, ye faithful, bare your hearts so the gods can hear your voices,” bellowed Anthony, his Divine Soul soaring meters high, looking like a glowing giant, extremely visible in the crowd. When he spoke, his voice sounded as if it was right next to everyone’s ears, clear and distinct to each listener.

There was no tradition of worshiping gods under the rule of the Great Speaker, so Anthony’s words left everyone slightly bewildered, hesitatingly looking towards Governor Tianya.

Governor Tianya hesitated and looked towards the Great Speaker, who turned his head away indifferently, looking east and west.

Tianya understood; it meant neither support nor opposition, so she nodded at the crowd.

One by one, people began to kneel, spreading out like ripples, and soon, everyone on the square was a little shorter.

Originally, Tianya thought Anthony was asking everyone to kneel for the ceremony, but when everyone kneeled, she suddenly realized something: “If everyone kneels down, it’ll be difficult to move, preventing pushing and trampling. Is that why?”

With no more shoving and trampling, it was much easier for Anthony to move around the square. He ignored minor injuries, and for cases like Governor Tianya’s, which had already mutated, he would ask them to come aside to be dealt with using the Goddess of Beauty Fist later.

The vast Divine Grace was like planting a seed of faith in these desperate people, easily taking root and thriving. Initially, the Great Speaker should not have supported it, but Anthony found that not only did he support it, he seemed to be quite pleased to see it.

After much contemplation, Anthony had a guess: “I suspect this is intentional because the gods will compete for the ecological niche of the Heroic Spirits. If only Heroic Spirits are qualified to be his enemy, then what the Great Speaker should do is cultivate the gods, to leave no room for those Heroic Spirits, like reversing what Orgal had done.”

“Of course, this is just my guess. Maybe the Great Speaker simply doesn’t care. Oh, and among the captured Heroic Spirits of the Great Speaker, I found one that seemed familiar, almost like Cannon of Truth Walker,” Anthony said, while still moving around and speaking through the Soul Network.

“What? The Truth Cannon? Walker? How is that possible? The Chaos Plane is so far from here, even a Walker crammed into a cannon couldn’t possibly fly this far,” Negris was startled.

Anthony continued, “I only said it looks like him, he’s carrying a large disc on his back, looking like a Starburst Array ring, but it’s been sealed into a stone statue, hard to make out anything. At that time, the Great Speaker was still testing me, so I didn’t dare to look closely. I’ll find a chance to check it out later or maybe bring it over.”